Let us go for a walk, my friend.
Somewhere, anywhere,
In a forest, a park, a street, many streets.
Let us take turns we haven’t before.
Let us sit down on a bench
and talk a little or a lot,
or say nothing at all.
Let us walk for hours,
and wear out our soles.
— Simi K. Rao.
Words are bland
Unless spiced with emotion
Prayer is without expression
Unless said with devotion
Love is an empty pot
Unless filled with trust
Earth is a barren spot
Without loads of dust
History is a blank slate
Without old tales to tell
Heavens wouldn’t be in demand
Without the ill repute of hell
Life would lack soul
Without the good and the bad
Friends make my life whole
For that I’m really glad